Yesterday, going into a shop, I saw an 8vo. book just published, intitled Alfred, a poem in xii. books, the author sir Richard Blackmore, a great writer upon all subjects, so that he is looked upon as a sort of madman. He formerly writ a poem in fol. called Prince Arthur, to flatter the prince of Orange, and then he writ one called Eliza, to flatter queen Anne, and now this is to flatter the Hanover family; such is the poor spirit of the man, who, however, when of Edmund hall, (where he had his education,) was a great tutor, and much respected, as I have often heard, for he had left that place some years before I was matriculated.